THE OMAHA SUNDAY BEE: MAY 16, 1920.
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Stories by Our Little Folks
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A Story of Thrift
By Rote Becwar. Aged II, Eeter, Nb.
Once there was a girl named Ger
trude. She had two sisters., Their
names were Violet and Emily. One
Hav their parents gave each one of
the girls a quarter to spend in any
way they wished.
As soon as Emily get hers off she
ran to the candy store and there
bought more candy than she could
rat. With the rest of the money
;he bought some ice cream.
Violet Was Walking amnnH not
knowing what she should 'buy,
when she met her frii-nH m;u
with a pretty necklace around her
I1CXH.
"Oh, Mildred," she cried, "where
lid you get that pretty necklace?"
. "At the jewelry store," replied
Mildred, and it only cost 25 cents."
'That is just the thing," thought
ioW, and she -went to buy it.
- But Gertrude could not think of
anything to do with her money. She
had always wanted a pretty ring,
which she had often seen at the
store, but she thought she would
nuy somcining else. -
fust as she was turning one of the
, street corners she noticed a picture
in one of the windows. It was a
pcture of some wounded soldiers.
This gave Gertrude a thought. She
i went to the bank and bought a
thrift stamp, and so started a thrift
stamp card. She soon filled it with
stamps, which she bought with
money 6he earned. by running er
rands. Now, Busy Bees, which of the
Sirls do you think spent her money
in the best way?
(Honorable Mention.)
The Disobedient Boy.
qy Chanes William, Aged 13, 171t
Sprlnr Street. Omaha, Neb.
, i Once there was a boy whoso
'name was John. John had wealthy
' parents, and as he was the only
child he was much adored. On his
way to school one. day he met a
'group of his schoolmates.
"Going swimming with us?" they
asked rather shyly. ,
"Nope," John replied. John liked
school, so he refused.
They kept pleading until they
succeeded in persuading him to go.
too. When they got to the poo!
they heard a cry for help. Looking
over the water they saw a hand
just above the surface. John took
off his coat, dropped his books and
jumpe'd in. When he got to the
liitud he pulled it. A figure gradu
aliv arose from the depths. .
When he got the figure above the
water it bsgan laughing with all its
might It vvas his chum, Dick.
"He fell for it," he shouted to the
other boys. There was a roar ot
laughter; from the small group.
The lokc was on lohn anrt I,,-
admitted it. But you may trust
n ncver went swimming again
A Strange Adventure.
J. Merrill Turner, Aged 11. David City. Neb.
Earl was walking along the road,
thinking of what he would like to
have? for Christmas. But he was
poor.i he could not have what he
wanted. His father had died,' his
mother took in washing. All at
once he heard a faint cry. "Help,
neip. tan wondered what it
was. He followed the sound
to ail 61d farm house. He went in
side there was an old fireplace,
there were some live coals. He went
into a bedroom where he found
a bed with a boy that looked to be
about 7 years old, he was tied to the
bed. larl untied the rope and
asked him where he lived. FIc said
he lived in Murry. So Earl took
him to his home. Latter he found
out that this boy was "kidnaped,"
an.j was the son of one of the
wealthiest men in Murry. Earl was
to be given $100 dollars re
.warcl. He bought some new clothes
for Christmas with this money.
A Wicked Princess.
By Mary Klliebeth Furey. Aged Year,
390 Bristol Street, Omaha. Neb.
Dear Busy Bees: 1 am going to
tell you a story about a princess.
Once upon a time there lived a
princess who was very beautiful,
and yet she was as spiteful and mean
as she was beautiful. The princess'
name was Edna.
Edna's father. King Harold, was
kind-hearted and good, and he also
had a very dear friend who was as
kind-hearted as himself. Edna did
not" like Harry (as that was his
nane) because he was so kind to
every one. j
At last a war broke out and Harry
was. made commander-in-chief of
the king's forces. Before the war
wiis over King Harold died and
hdna was .made queen. After a while
Harry came back from the war and
he was severely wounded.
When he came to the court the
wicked princess had him thrown
into a deep, dark dungeon, and fed
him on bread and water for a long
time.
After awhile the spiteful Edna
died and her niece, Clara, ascended
the throne. Immediately after as
cending the throne she had Harry
released from prison and gave him
money and precious stones, and in
a short while he sailed home to his
own people.
The people learned to love
Princess Clara and they were thank
ful to have a kind-hearted queen at
last. - .
Vly Pet Pig.'
By Ervln Grassmeyer. Aged 11 Tears. Riv
erdale. Neb.
' Dear Busy Bees. This is the
first time I have written to you.
j I am 11 years old and my birth
- Hay is May 26. I am in the Sixth
grade at school. I like to go to
school.
I raised a little pig last year.. It
had its back broken and I shut it
up and fed it milk and oats, and it
was a great, big pig when I sold it.
We have four rabbits. We raised
. them. The old mother died when
'PrVrt young were about 3 weeks old.
,fjr My letter is getting long, so I will
close and leave room for the ret of
the'F!"sy Bees. So boodbye, Busy
, Bees. .
. The Fire.
By .Gertrude Pawloski. Aged t lean,
Farwell, Neb.
One day in fall a family was
taking up their yard to get rid of
the falling leaves. Their Father's
birthday was drawing near and they
intended to give a birthday party
tor him. The careless mother was
burning the leaves and did not pay
much attention to the baby, who
was standing near. The baby fell
upon the fire and began to cry and
scream. The mother ran and
picked the baby up, but it was too
late. The baby was badly burned
nd the people hurried for the doc
tor in the neighboring town, for no
doctor lived in their town. But be
fore they reached the doctor the
baby died. The next day there
was a large funeral instead of a
party.
The next year, when their father's
birthday was drawing near and
they were burning leaves again, the
mother was very careful and noth
ng bad happened. The next day a
large, happy party wa. held.
I enjoy the , Children's page very
much. So goodbye, Busy Bees.
The Twins.'
By Ruby Boyce, A red Tears, Omaha,
Neb.
Once upon a time there lived two
twins. Their names were Ruth
and Mary. They were each 9 years
old. They lived on a big farm.
Ruth fed the chickens and Mary
milked the cows. They each had
some work to do. Ruth loved to
feed the chickens.
Mary loved to milk the cows every
evening. She and Ruth loved each
other dearly. They played on the
farm all the time. What one didn't
have the other didn't.
Tit
My Pets.
By Jlmn Lorrell, A jed Yean,
Pierce Street, Omaha, Neb.
Dear Rnsv Reps? I want to tell
you about my pets. I have a watch
dog named Fluffy, and many white
rabbits. 1 have a lot ot pigeons ana
two robins in our tree every morn
ing. I go out and feed them bread
crumbs, and they are so glad they
sing to me. And my biggest pet
is our Oaby.
! First Letter. -
By Francis Da Bou. Silver Creek, Neb.
Route i, box s.
TW- This is the first
time I have written to you. 1 am in
the Third grade. I have four rab
bits and I've got a pony and his
name is Danny.
I have four ducks, ana l go to a
consolidated school. District 66-28.
I have two httle sisters, their
nams are Dorothv and Maxine. I
will write again, some time.
A New Bee.
By Leila Peterson, Aged 12 Yean.
usceoia, peu.
Dear Busy Bees: This is the first
letter I have written to you. I en
joy reading your page very mucn.
1 am in the fc-ightn graae at scnooi.
My teachers name is Miss J-esta
Mace. There are IS pupils in my
school. I have three sisters and one
brother. My sister's names are
Irene, Bernice and Blanche, and my
brother's name is Myron. Well, I
will close and hope ito win tne
prize. ,
, -Mv
Pet Chickens.
By Anna Jenaen, Aged 9 Years, Blair,
Neb.
Dear Busy .Bees: This is the first
time I have written to you. I, read
your page every Sunday and like it
very wall. ' I am in the Fourth
grade at school. My teacher's name
is Miss Grace George and I like her
very well.
I am' going to tell you about my
pet chickens. One day a hen stole
out of her nest, and we did not
know it. After the chickens hatched,
she came to the house for feed. I
always fed the hen and her little
chickens. The little chickens be
came so tame, that when I would
tit down out in the yard, they wuold
come and jump in my lap. Every
night I would pick them up in my
apron v to feed them.
Arlene's Valentine.
By Emma Becwar. Aged 10. Exeter,
It was three days before valen
tine's day apd Arlene, aged 9, was
busy making valentines. Her teach
er had said they would have a big
valentine box at school. )
"Oh, I am not going to give a
pretty valentine to Alice," said Ar
lene toJierself. as she , was going
to make the last valentine, which
was to one of her classmates. So
she made one, and she herself did
not like it after she had made it.
But thought "this will be all right
for her because I know she won't
give me any better." Three days
later Arlene was surprised to gef a
pretty valentine from Alice.
Arlene was very sorry and asked
Alice to forgive her, which Alice,
who was kind-hearted, did. Alice
and Arlene were friends ever after. -
My Pet Dog.
By Anna Chlup. Age 11, Exeter, Neb.
Dear Busy Bees: I am 11 years
old and am in the seventh grade at
school. My teachers name is. Miss
Euit. I like her very much. I have
one sister and one brother and he"
is writing too. I will tell you about
my pet dog. She is 7 months old
and her name is Snippy. She is
such a, playful dog. My sister,
brother and I taught her some
tricks, to wave her paw and jump
on the chair and she sits down and
waits until we tell her to come
down. Every day she meets us on
our way coming home from school,
and wants something from our
bucket and if we would'nt treat her
with something she would jump
way on our heads and if there is
mud we are all dirty from her feet
She is a real car dog, if we are get
ting ready to go somewhere she is
the first (one in the car, and she ha3
her tail bobbed off.
" Nel.
A Fact.
'''When the sparrow has a toothache
And the bluebird tears her gown
And the robin .falls to sobbin'
If a chipmunk tumbles down,
That day mole and a bat ran e
A cow jump over a dead apple tree."
PLAYGROUNDS FOR HAPPINESS
A f3 !t?
Bringing smiles to the faces of children Is one of the great objects of Com'
mnnity Service. It it spreading the gospel of wholesome play for the youngsters. H
turns vacant lots into playgrounds for them. Tin cant and rubbish heaps disappeai
and swings, skating ponds, baseball diamonds and running tracks take their plac
in cities, towns or Tillages where Community Service operates.
- The Den.
Yvonne Macdonaldeon. Aged 12. Council
Bluffs. Ia.
It has been some time since I have
written to this page, but I thought I
would write again. I am writing
you a story of a secluded place I
once played in and it is a true story.
It' is rather descriptive, but inter
esting stories will follow this from
Sunday to Sunday.
It was in the "den" that we spent
some of our happiest days in "Old
Canada."
Still it stands upon the hill and
surrounded by the whispering firs,
alone, and empty in the woods.
Dashing fast and clear behind our
garden and our queer little winding
fence, is the brook. Our water and
joy it furnished.
Where once the door was stand
ing, growing now is a. coverlet of
ivy and 'the windows, still and spec
tral, look out upon the same familiar
scene's in winter and in summer.
Strange faces now peer at it from
every street and doorway and like
as not 'twill soon be inhabited by
strange people.
For suddenly, .yet slowly, too, has
grown up a city called Hamilton.
But still it stands alone and apart
from other buildings.
I will write next week, other ad
ventures I have had.
A New Bee.
By Frances Lundstrom, Aged 7,;'Tekamah,
Neb.
Dear Busy Bees: I would be
pleased to. be a member of your
hive.
I am 7 years old and in the sec
ond grade at school. My teacher's
name is Miss Shoemaker. We had
a nice Thanksgiving this year, be
cause grandpa and grandm.i, auntie
and cousin came to eat turkey din
ner with us. I will close for this
time,
My Canary.
n.. vj:iu i nr.ifelu A nil in fra if.
Dear Busy Bees: mis is my sec
ond letter to the Busy Bees..
I will tell you about my canary.
He is very nice. He sings all day
long. His name is Jack. When
mamma is out in the kitchen doing
up her work, he will sing pretty
songs to her.
Well, I guess I will have to close
for this time.
In the Woods.
By Mildred Zibler, Aged 13 Years. 2431
ummei street, uro,n, eu.
, In the heart of the big, deep
woods, the shy little violets were
hidden.. Over the pebbles rushed the
tiny brooklet. The tall, stately oaks,
pines and evergreens were murmur
ing to each other in their own quaint,
language. Jack-:n-the-pulpit was
preaching his morning sermon. The
Lirds were gayly singing. The stones
and logs were covered with moss.
Across the path, scampered a squir
rel. On the "breeze, came a whiff of
plum blossoms. "This, is only one
of Mother Nature's lovely spots.
A Toy Poodle.
By Sylvia Noble. Aged 12, Flattsmouth,
Neb.
Dear Busy Bees: This is my first
letter. I am 12 years old; My
teacher's name is Miss Hempel. I
am in the Sixth grade. I will tell you
of my puppy. He is a toy poodle.
He will howl when you play the pi
ano. He will dance, shake hands,
plays tag, and hide-and-go-seek.
My friend, Helen Clement, and I
were going to the picture show, but
when we started, he followed. We
took him back to the house and
went ont As we came out there
was Teddy. I think this is enough
for the first time.
Neb.
Talking in Their Sleep.
Albert Russel. Age 11, Hooper,
Dear Busy Bee:
One night as my brother and I
went to bed he started to talk in his
sleep. He said: "Here's some cake,
coffee, and tea, you don't know
what's good." Then I asked him
"Where is ;it," then he said: "Right
here on the table," and started to
laugh. . Then he began to talk about
mules.
We have two mules named Jack
and Nell. , He said, "Ho Jack, if
you don't stop that I'll hit you,"
which I s'pose he did for then he
said, "He- now, stand there." Then
he turned around and awoke. It is
fun to here him talk .
Skating on Normal Hill.
By Nelson Fisher. Age 10, Peru, Neb.
The hills of Peru are fine for
coasting. About the best one is
Normal hill. If you start at the
top you can go four blocks. Some
sleds go farther. They' have made
the track so slick you can go down
on your skates. On our skates we
go three blocks or more.
Leland Par riot can skate the best
on it. He lives at the bottom of
Normal hill. He takes his skates to
school and skates home.
About a week ago Noel Wright
was pulling his big bobsled up the
hill. Gaylord Chase was coming
down on a little sled. They couldn't
get the bob out of the road quick
enough so. he ran into them. It cut
a gash in his head. We!!, my letter
is getting long a 1 will slop.
"I like to dust and I like to sow
And I like to water the tlshes,
I like to weed and I like to hoe
But, Oh, How I hate to wash dishes!
I wish a dish had never been made!
But what's the good of wishes?
.Mamma is calling and I'm afraid, I
must do the breakfast dishes."
DREAMLAND
ADVENTURE
By DADDY.
My Pet Cat.
By Hertha Bauer, Aged 10, Avoca, Ia.
Dear Busy Bees: This is the first
time I have written to you.
I have a sister. She is 19 years
old. And a brother 10 jars old.
Now I will tell you my story about
my cat. I have a cat. It's name is
Fossy. I can take it up in ijiy arms
like a baby. I can lay it, down on
the grass and it will stay there if I
do not go away too far.
Well, this is all for this time.
Goodbyi Busy Bees.
To; the Rescue. ,
By Fay Zahner, Aged 12, Modale, la.
Dear Busy Bees: I would like to
join your Bee Hive.
I will tell you about the adven
tures of my poor kittens. I had
seven kittens and the most of the
time they stay on the porch, but one
day one of them got under the porch
and could't get out, so I had to take
the spade and dig him out, and he
was sure pleased, because he came
and licke,d my hand.
I will close, because my letter is
getting long. ,
Autumn Leaves.
By Sylvia Anderson, Aged 8, Benson, Neb.
The autumn leaves are falling,
It's time to husk the corn;
The autumn leaves are golden,
They fall from nigh't till morn.
The pumpkins must be gathered
Beforeithey freeze and spoil,
For pumpkin pie is lovely,
And we et them in the fall.
A New Bee.
By Dorothy Gieler, Aged Years, Omaha, Kack jnto the Water.
Dear " Busy Bees: I thought I
would write a few lines. This is the
first time I ever have written to your
happy hiv. I am 9 years old and
in the Fourth B at school. I go to
Corrigan school. My letter is get
ting long so I will close. Goodby,
Busy Bees.
My Pet Charlie.
By Emma Van, Aged 9 Years, Gothenburg,
Neb.
Dear Busy Bees: This is my
first letter to the Busy Bee page.
I have two brothers. , I have a pet
dog, and his name is Charlie. He
plays -with mc and my brothers.
Every time any of us go out he fol
lows us.
Well, my letter is , getting long,
so I will close. I hope to hear
from some one.
9 Tears,
i The Lost Girl.
By lEmnmline Butzirus, Aged
Hastings, Neb.
Dear Busy Bees: I am going to
tell a sory of a lost girh
Once a little girl went out to
pick flowers. Her father was dead
and they were very poor, and her
mother had to go out working.
While she was picking flowers -it
began to grow dark. . She got
afraid and did not know which way
to go. And then a little boy came
by and said:
"What is the matter?"
. The little girl said:
"I can't find my way home; will
you take me home?"
The little boy took her home, and
they lived happy ever after.
I would like the Busy Bees to
write to me. I would be glad to
answer.
First Letter.
By Helen Creda. Aged 9 Years, Bee, f.'eb.
Dear Busy Bees: This is my first
letter to you! My mother did three
years ago. I ! have one sister .and
five brothers. I go to school. I am
in the second grade and I go one
mile to school. My father does the
cooking and housework and my
brothers help him with farming. My
brother Theodore and I carry in the
fuel and gather the eggs. We are
getting. 40 eggs a day. I have a pet
dog and his name is Fido.
Second Letter.
Margaret Johnson. Agrd 13 Years, Sprit
t Lake, la.
Dear Busy Bees: I saw my last
letter in the Busy Bees' page and I
thought I would jv-rite again.
I have moved since I wrote my
last letter. I live on a farm of 90
acres right outside of town. It is
about eight blocks to Main street
and 10 or 11 to the school house.
They have a library here. too.
I wish some of the Busy Bees
would write to me.
My letter is getting long so will
close for this time.
The Rainbow.
By
11,
Helen flar' Schneider. Aged
2S02 North Thirtieth Street,
Omaha, Neb.
After the rain has been pouring
The rainbow comes out so bright,
All pink and green and yellow, .
A grand and glorious sight. 1
And behold! If there isn't anotht
As the first one fades away,
There's, a 'streak of orange in this
one
There! It's as bright as day.
(Peggy and Billy tly north! In feather
airboats to help the King of the Wild
Oeeee and the Beautiful Blue Goose search
for their lost little ones. The young geese
are found In the pens of the red trappers,
from which they cannot escape because
their wings are clipped.)
CHAPTER V.
. Peggy Finds a Way.
Near ths village of the red trap
pers was a grove of fir trees. Here
the feather airboats settled softly
down, coming to rest among the
heavy branches. Peggy and Billy
had to climb down the tree trunks
to the ground, but did not find this
at all hard. As Tor the King of the
Wild Geese and the Beautiful Blue
Goose they landed in a little pond
close to the grove.
"You'd better wait here while we
go into the village," said Billy, who
feared that if the two geese came
atom? their honkinsr woutd arouse
the red trappers. Then he and Peg
gy carefully crept among tne tepees
which had once more settled down
to sleeo. Even the doKs were snooz
ing, while the snores of the red trap
pers showed that the men were in
deep, deep slumber. ,
But the voung geese were awake
They were no longer raising a
clamor with their honking, but a lit
tle excited murmur showed that
they were eagerly awaiting the com
ing of Billy and Peggy. This mur
mur helped to guide the children to
the prison pen. ,
When Peggy and Billy looked
through the bars they were sur
prised at the size of .the captives.
From the way the King and Blue
Goose had talked, they thought the
lost little ones were tiny goslings.
They found them strong and lus'y
looking young geese. They hai
grown fast during the months they
had been shut up. .
The young geese began to gabble
joyously the moment Peggy and
Billy came up. but quickly shut up
at Billy's' warning: "Sh-sh-sh-sh!
Billy found the gate and opened it
qU,'Now follpw me," whispered Bil
ly and he was surprised to see the
soldierlike wav in which the young
geese obeved. They lined up one
after the other and, lifting and put
ting down their feet very carefully,
they marched behind him through
the village and out toward the pond
"I'm going to run ahead and ten
the King and Blue Goose not to
make a noise," said Peggy. And
it was a good thing she did, .tot
when the young geese fluttered into
the pond and swam to their parents
it was all they could do to keep
back their loud honks of joy.
"Now we will start for the sunny
South," said the King after the first
greeting. "We must be far sway
when the red trappers awaken!
But now their joy turned to
gloom, for when the young geest
tried to fly they fluttered, turned
on one ;iae ana spiasu ... j
Nawakaiva Group to
The Rescue
"Alas! I had forgotten their wings
are ciippea. a ncy v....."- ,
honked the King. .
"We will not let them perish, but
you must . Keep sun, -Then
he studied the slipped wings
and saw that only one wing on eacli
bird had been clipped. This upset
the young goose when he tried to
fly.
Billy tied two of the young geese
together by their clipped wings ana
leaving their undipped wings tree.
H tlmiiffht thev might fly this way
but the plan didn't work. -
Peggy watcnea tnis expci ;
verv closely, e "I have an idea!
she exclaimed. "The red trappers
clipped the wings of these geese
when they were little. Now the
feathers have grown out again, but
the birds cannot fly because one
wing is smaller than the other. It
we clip the big wings down to the
size of the little wings,. then they
will balance and maybe the young
geese will be able to fly. ". .
"But how can we ' trim their
wings?" asked Billy. ' .
"I have my doll scissors in my
pocket," said Peggy. Shi brought
them out and at once went to worn
trimming the feathers of the young
goose nearest to her. 'Now, fly,
fly," she said, shoving the youngster
out in the water so he could get a
start. Across the pond he w'ent,
fluttering and splasmng, ana men,
The Nawakwa Camp Fire left the
car at Albright and started on their
hike. They had scarcely, gone a
mile when they saw. a poor little
lamb, at first they thought it was
sick for it was lying there and when
they saw it was so tangled up in the
rope it was tethered to that it was
absolutely helpless. Of course, the
Nawakwas rushed to the rescue and
after much tugging and many ex
planations they finally succeeded in
holding it quiet until Gertrude Cole
could untangle its feet.
Then came the search for a place
for lunch and at last one kind wom
an donated a spot in her yard for
the fire. After the lost wieners were
rescued from the fire and really en
joyed, a wonderful box of marsh
mallows .are found, toasted and eat
en. Then all went home, saying it
was the best hike ever.
Honor Tests
If you couldn't think of butchers
linen and were trying 16 pass your
textile honor, what would you call
it? One of the girls in he Lomoke
group decided to say "kitchen linen."
A jolly goSd time was had by this
group at Alice Pleiffer's home
Thursday. Miss i ' Medlar, the
guardian, brought flowers to identi
fy by their odor. There were flowers
of all description, roses, sweetpeas,
daffodils, poet narcissus dande
lions, mint and lilies. The girls were
blindfolded, each having to name
10 flowers from the smell.
Then came the textile test, where
each girl had to tell the kind of
material, its principal use and the
approximate cost not counting bar
gain sales.
They are hoping to work a most
interesting chart and if butchers
don't get its proper name and place it
won't be the Tomoke group's fault.
inch by inch he rose into the air,
safely and securely. '
"I can fly. I can fly. Ho tor
the South!" he honked loudly.
"Ho for the South!" honked all
the geese. .
"Hush! Hush! You'll awaken
the village and I have all these other
wings to trim," whispered Peggy.
But the warning seemed too, late.
Already the dogs were barking
among the tepees. A shout told
them that the red trappers had
found the prison pen empty.
(Next week will be told how the red
trappers chase Peggy and Billy.)
First Letter.
By Eva. Loshbaugh, Age 13, Columbus,
Neb.
Dear Busy Bees: This is the first
time I have written a story to the
Busy Bee page. The title of my
story is, "Camping in the Moun
tain." One day about six girls
thought it would-be fun to camp in
the mountains, so they asked their
parents about it and they said yes.
So they started to get ready to go.
They wanted to go by Wednesday.
By Wednesday morning all the' girls
were ready. Irene's father took
them out to a place where they
thought was a nice place to pamp.
After he had helped them set up
their tents, he went home. While
the girls were out there, they had
more fun than they thought they
would have. One night, when all
the girls were in bed dreaming of
happy things, a bear came prowlinir
around the camp. He went into
Irenels and Marie's tent and pulled
the covers off of them. The eirls
awoke and screamed until the cap
tain came ana chased the bear. The
girls were so afraid they said they
were not going to stay another
night, so all the girls went home to
tell, the exciting experience. My
story is getting long so I will have
to close. I wish some Busy Bees
would write to me. '
A New Bee.
Eunice Stromauist. Aged S. Lvoni. Neh.
Dear Busy Bees: 1 would like 1
very .much to join your page. I
read the Busy Bee page every Mon
day. I am 8 years old. I am in
the Third grade at school. My
teacher's name is Gail Beabhousien.
I would like to have somebody write
to me. I would be very glad if they
would. Well I will close.
Beetles AVe Aristocrats and
Belong to Oldest
Family in World
Thirty-first Story of the Night.
By Margaret McShane.
Early the following evening
Moonbeam settled herself between
the branches of a low-spreading
tree.
The forked branch was a doorway
into the dense wood. So before en
tering the thicket the little Adven
turer preferred to tarry a while until
fully decided just which way to go.
While deeply engaged in thought
a loud scuffle in the grass below at
tracted her. j
Stretching her head over the
leaves, she saw, near the foot of the
tree, a pair of black Bugs. '
They were hustling about in the
grass, evidently playing with a large
round ball, which was much larger
than either of them.
One Bug kept behind the ball,
pushed it vigorously with his hind
legs, while walking backwards on
his front legs. The position made
him look as though he was standing
on his head.
The other Bug kept in front of
the ball and rolled it, by walking
backwards and pulling it with his
front legs.' When the ball refused
to move by being pulled forward he
would jump on its top and overbal
ance it, advancing it in this way sev
eral inches.
Moonbeam sat engrossed in the
curious performance.
The Bugs were large and had
round, fat bodies. Their movements
were slow and clumsy.
After rolling the ball a few inches
further, lo and behold it tumbled
into a hole.
It seemed as though all was lost.
"Two Bugs can never roll a ball
twice their size out of a hole,"
Moonbeam thought to herself. "I
will hnrry over and help them.
Ncver have I seen such energy.
Anything that works so hard, even
if it. is only a Bug, should be
helped."
So she slid from off the branch
and sailed along the fence rail to
their side.
When she arrived at the soot, as
sistance was not needed. The in
dependent Bugs had fond a way
out of their difficulty.
One seized the ball and began to
pull vigorously, while at the same
time the other pushed with all his
might and main. Working together
in this way. the ball was soon lifted
back to Hevel ground and started
rollmqr along its course, as though
the tragedy had never occurred.
"Who would think Bugs capable
of such pluck! Who are they, and
what is this thing they are rolling
along with such care?" Moonbeam
said to herself.
Hopping down from the fence rail
she hurried over to them. In her
great hurry she bumped against the
ball and sent it rolling down the
bank. This made the Bugs angry,
Moonbeam could see, but the most
thev did was to onen their shinv iet
tacks that resembled pieces of dark
metal, and flutter two gauzy wings,
making a loud humming noise all
the While. Then they ran quickly
after the ball.
"Please pardon me," said Moon
beam in a most apologetic tone of
voice, as she followed closely after
them. " I did not mean to strike
your ball The fact is I was most
anxious to see and meet you, and
niy hurrying caused the accident.
"Who are you, and what is this
thing you are rolling about food for
your winter storehouse?"
Having visited Sammy Chip
munk's store-room just the night
before, Moonbeam could not forget
it. and it made her think that when
ever an animal is busy he must be
laying awav food for the winter.
"Food," repeated one of the Bugs,
as he glanced doubtfully at her.
They were no ' longer angry with
Moonbeam, but her awkwardness
made them suspicious.
"No, this is not food for us. t
"It is much more than that. It is
three meals a day, and a house to
live in for our babies.,
"We are Beetles, and we belong
to one of the oldest families in th-!
world." ,
The Beetles stopped working, and
sat down beside the ball.
"People around .here call us Tum
ble Bug," went on the largest Beetle
of the two, "but we are Scarabs
members of the famous Scarab fam
ily of Egypt.
"There, we are no less a person
than the Sacred Beetle of the
Egyptians, and we are held by them
in deepest respect.
"They paint our image for their
art galleries, engrave us on their
precious gems, sculpture us in stone,
and even make necklaces and prec
ious ornaments of us.
"Our engraving on stone is called
'The Precious Stone Scarab,' and
considered a most valuable relic.
Huge prices are asked for these ir.
all the shops of Egypt
"Dear me," sighed the Sacred
Beetle, as he looked at his compan
ion, andthe tears came to his bright,
dark eyes, "I wish we were in Egypt,
for here we will never be anything
more than a Bug, and have to lead a
hum-drum existence as such.
"To think of the fuss they make
over us in Egypt!
"If it were not for the good work
we do every day I would purposely
run underneath the next largest foot
I meet on the road."
A New Bee.
By Margaret Richards. Aged 10 Years,
Stratton. Neb.
I wish to join the Busv Bees. I
can hardly wait one week till an
other to read what the "bees have to
say. Here is a poem I made:
One, two, three, '
Who are we?
We are little Busv Bees.
Three, four, five,
All alive,
Now we fly to the hive.
I wish some of ' the bce would
write to me. . I will be glad to an
swer. ,
Brave John.
By Isabel! Sutherland, Age 10,
Dear Busy Bees: I will write you
about Mable and John Cockley,
They were both going through the
forest, and they saw a bear and
they lid not know what to do, so
they stood still for a long time and
the first thing they knew it .was
just as close as it could.be. And
it bit Mable and after while John
grabbed Mable and took her in his
arms and ran home. Then mother
was glad to see them back and safe
and after that John was called brave
John,
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at Figure 1 and taking them numerically.
Cage Ball Is Latest
Boys' Indoor Sport
Cage ball is the new sport at the
local "Y." The ball is about four
feet in diameter, and appears to the
eye like a basket ball under a power
ful magnifying glass.
The boys are divided into two
teams. A score is made each time
a team gets the ball into the cage
upon the running track. No fouls
are called, and the fun sometimes
becomes a little rough The ball is
also used for biff ball and also in a
game resembling volley ball.
Inspection Trips
E. E. Mickelwright and Miss
Emelia Pearson, Eighth grade
teacher of Henry Yates school, are
still heading the group of students
each Monday on educational trips.
The Peterson - Pegau company
proved interesting for the students.
The students will go through the
Armour plant tomorrow afternoon.
Identity ( Revealed
Of "Y" Bar Workers
The "stunts" on the horizoiAal
bar in a truck by Y. M. C. A. work
ers in the May Day parade caused
much comment.. The identity of the
clowns had been kept secret, but
"Mick" finally yielded to our pleas.
The performers on the bar were
these; N J. Weston, C. C. Weigel.
R. D. Hicks. Harold - Jacobs, and
Birney Nordstrum. Others in the
truck were these: Robert Keyt.
Veruer Shallberg.Porter Forcaa,
Wallace Marrow, Ralph Church,
Henry Sn;ith, John Madgctt, Kyle
Marker. ' -
' Conundrums
When may you hang your cloak
on the chimney? When it is a
mantle with ornaments.
Why should a beggar never
show his hands? Because they
prove it is not needful that you
should give him alms (amis)..
Get Into Line, Boys!
Here's Chance to. Win
Prize on Bee-Y Hike
The Bee-"Y" hike. That's "the
stunt, boys. Every lad in the city,
whether he is a member of the "Y,"
a Boy Scoutr a member of any or
ganization, is invited to attend the
hike to be given Saturday, May 22,
The Bee will offer three cash
prizes for the best stories written
about the hike. The "Y" will do its
share by putting its leaders in
charge. The Y. M. C. A. will also
furnish coffee free. , All boys will be
invited to take a free shower at the
"Y" after the hike.
First prize for the best essay will
be $5; second prize, $3, and third
prize, $1. All stories must be handed
to R. F. Ellis of the Y. M. C. A.
bv noon on May 27. The judges will
be these: R. F. Ellis Of the Y. M. C.
A., Chief Executive G. M. Hoyt of
the Boy Scouts and Nathan E. Jac
obs of The Bee.
The stories' must be written on
only one side of the paper. No story
over 200 words will be accepted.
Write a short, snappy ntws article of
the whole hike, or you piay pick out
one point of the hike and write about
that.
The hike will start from the "Y" '
at 9 o'clock. Mr. Ellis and a Y. M.
C. A. physical, director will be in
charge. Many leaders from the
junior and senior high school classes
will also be there.
Every boy must bringf arfare for
the round trip to Florence, his own
dinner, a tin cup for coffee, which
v.ill be served free by the "Y," and
sugar for his coffee.
Shatter Record
Another record has been shat
tered at the Hi-Y clubs during the
past year. One hundred and fifty
five boys attended the sessions this
year, missiing less, than three ses
sions. Twenty-four boys attended
the sessions without one miss, while
54 lads attended every meeting ex.
cept one. A total of 848 hoys at
tended the meetings.
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